Wei Jin, Bohai County. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dark night was raining, and I couldn't see my fingers. This is a small mountain village with only 100 households, close to the Bohai Sea, the village name is Huatuan, and the outer part of the village is an endless salt-alkali flat.

Less than ten miles north along the salt-alkali flat, there is the vast Bohai Sea, in this rainy night, the sea surface set off a monstrous huge waves, slapping on the cliff, let out bursts of roars, like the roar of a beast.

Huatuan Village fell into a deep sleep, swallowed up by the night, and the remaining one-star lights at the head of the village were also annihilated in the wind and rain. The rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually turned into a torrential rain, and the sound of the rain was a little sad, like crying and complaining.

Click!

A bolt of lightning suddenly swept over the village, instantly illuminating the entire village. All the houses, the trees, the livestock, the winding paths, blanched like ghosts in the light of a few breaths.

And at the moment when the lightning struck, on the courtyard wall of a house in the middle of the village, two motionless black shadows were reflected!

These two black shadows sat on the west and south walls of this house respectively, both dressed in black, if it weren't for the lightning that instantly reflected the figures, it would be difficult to notice that there would be two people sitting here!

The huge black cloak obscured the bodies and faces of the two of them sitting cross-legged, leaving only a pair of shiny eyes staring at the small courtyard below.

Just by the light emanating from the eyes of the two of them, it was clear that these two people were both cultivators, and their realm had reached the peak of the first level of qi refining! A cultivator, that is, a monk, is an immortal in the eyes of ordinary mortals!

Click, click!

Two bolts of lightning pierced the night sky like knives, and the two black shadows were still sitting on the courtyard wall, motionless. Following the eyes of the two, there was a corpse lying in the small courtyard! At the corpse's hand was a jet-black iron cane.

The rain fell heavily, and the rain pooled into a stream in the small courtyard and flowed under the corpse. Dark red blood, flowing down the corpse, stained the stream red, and gradually flowed into a well next to the corpse.

The deceased was an old man, with gray hair and angry eyes, and he couldn't even look at it. The old man's eyes were still open, and he looked fixedly at the well five feet away from him, as if there was something he cared about the most.

Blood-soaked rainwater flowed down the edge of the well and slowly flowed into the well, staining the moss on the walls of the bluestone well dark red.

This is an ancient well that has been around for a long time. Perhaps no one will know that the destruction of this household is precisely because of this well!

Sometimes life may not be a kind of happiness, but death is destined to be a sad thing.

Born in troubled times, life is like duckweed, beacon fire and wolf smoke, and all kinds of hot and cold.

Man, perhaps, cannot choose the beginning of life,

However, there is an option to choose the process.

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A saline land is like a desert, and the most precious thing is water.

Water is a daily necessity that seems to be readily available, especially in areas with abundant water. But if you think about it carefully, this colorless and odorless thing accompanies us every day, and it is indispensable, and it is really the product of heaven and earth.

Especially in those areas where water resources are seriously scarce, water is even more precious, and the saline-alkali land where Hua Tuan is located undoubtedly belongs to such areas.

However, according to records, Hua Tuan has not always been short of water in history. Once, there was a river that flowed through the village, called Bailang River, and its origin was in Yunmen Mountain, which was hundreds of miles away.

There is a monastic sect on Baiyun Mountain, called the Seven Peerless Sects. In this Qingzhou Mansion of Bohai County, the Seven Peerless Sects can be described as notorious, and most of the cultivators in the sect are by no means good.

A hundred years ago, the Seven Peerless Sects dug an aqueduct from the upper reaches of the Bailang River to divert the river water to the small lake outside the sect. With the gradual depletion of water sources and the existence of drainage, the Bailang River soon broke off.

Of course, the common people of the village who have lived by farming and hunting for generations do not dare to find a sect theory because of the drainage, because there is a natural gap between mortals and cultivators. Cultivators, in the eyes of mortals, are all immortals, god-like beings.

Some villagers once saw with their own eyes that some monks who flew with the sword entered and exited the Baiyun Mountain, they stepped on the flying sword, waved their hands, and fireballs flew out of their sleeves, killing a strong wild wolf in an instant.

The people in the village also united and went to the Qingyun Sect on the nearby Qingyun Mountain to ask for help, hoping that the Seven Peerless Sects could give the Qingyun Sect, which was also a cultivation sect, some thin noodles. Qingyun Sect and Hua Tuan are in the lower reaches of the Bailang River, and they have also sent people to the Seven Peerless Sects to coordinate several times, but they have failed repeatedly, so they have to give up.

In desperation, the villagers of Hua Tuan had to draw water from one of the few wells in the village. Most of the well water in the saline-alkali land is bitter and salty, but it can only be endured.

However, there is a well in the village where the water is not only not salty, but also very refreshing to drink. This well has a long history and is an ancient well, which belongs to a family surnamed Luan in the village.

This ancient well has been dried up for a long time, more than ten years ago, suddenly there was water bubbling out, and the well water became more and more sweet, so the villagers like to go to Luan's house to fetch water to eat.

The Luan family only has two grandparents and grandchildren who depend on each other.

The old man Luan is upright and kind-hearted. The fifteen-year-old grandson Luan Tian is still in good health, not only with bright eyes and bright teeth, but also with a handsome face, and extremely well-behaved and sensible, which is endearing.

It's just that since birth, Luan Tian has been infected with a strange disease - every few days he will have inexplicable nosebleeds, which will become more and more severe as he grows older.

Since he was eight years old, he has been bleeding from his nostrils almost every day. And every spring and autumn will peel, starting from the hands and feet, gradually spreading to the whole body, until a whole layer is removed.

In order to treat his little grandson, the old man Luan took Luan Tian to seek doctors within a radius of 100 miles, and even took him to Qingyun Sect many times to seek medical advice, but he returned in vain.

The ancestors of the Luan family can also be regarded as a scholarly family, but by the generation of the old man Luan's father, it has been seriously declining, and in his generation, it has gradually collapsed, and his own son Luan Tai has disappeared a few years ago.

Eighteen years ago, Luan Tai, the son of the old man Luan, encountered an unconscious woman while hunting in the depths of Qingyun Mountain, so he rescued her home and took care of her.

Although this woman can't talk about the moon and the shy flower, she also has a moth eyebrow and a mantis, and she has a kind of ice muscle and jade bones, and the woman claims to be named Yueyu, I don't know where it comes from. The father and son of the Luan family were loyal, but they didn't get to the bottom of it, so they took this woman in.

Luan Tai is thoughtful, his heart is even more mellow, and he treats women carefully and thoughtfully. Gradually, the woman's eyes looked at Luan Tai with admiration. A few months later, Luan Tai and Yue Yu got married, and gave birth to Luan Tian more than a year later.

It is strange to say that since Luan Tian was born, the ancient well in the courtyard of the family, which has been exhausted for many years, has clear water coming out again, and the well water is pure, sweet, and drinkable.

Yue Yu is quite familiar with poetry and books, and she teaches her son well, she took out a few books on martial arts and asked Luan Tian to practice according to this, saying that it was inherited from her mother's family.

There is a surplus of water in the ancient well every day, and the old man Luan asked Luan Tai to take the initiative to distribute it to all families in the village.

However, the good times did not last long, when Luan Tian was five years old, Yue Yu said that he wanted to go back to his mother's house to visit, but there was no news of the bird.

Later, Luan Tai was worried about his wife, so he searched around to find his wife, but he never returned, leaving the old and young grandchildren behind.

Since his son and daughter-in-law disappeared, Luan Tian has become the only hope for the old man.

Luan Tian has been sensible since he was a child, not only has he read all the books in his home, but he is familiar with it. He practiced the martial arts left by his mother very hard, and reached the peak of martial arts cultivation at the age of fifteen, which made Old Man Luan feel a little relieved.

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It was night, pitch black, and the sky was unpredictable.

There was a hint of cold rain in the sky, and the whole village was like a flat boat, swaying in the wind and rain. Between the lightning and thunder, several black shadows rushed to Hua Tuan like a lightning speed, and the destination was the ancestral house of the Luan family.

The first person has a thin face, a pair of eyes flashing from time to time, and his face is gloomy, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

In the Luan family's ancestral house, an oil lamp emitted a faint yellow light. A handsome teenager brought a basin of foot-washing water to the feet of an old man.

"Oh my God, let's go to bed early in a while. Early tomorrow morning, grandpa will take you to Qingyun Mountain to hunt. The old man's kind gaze fell on the young man's head.

"Grandpa, after washing your feet, you go to sleep first, and then I'll read a book."

The boy who spoke was none other than Luan Tian.

After Luan Tian served his grandfather to lie down, he returned to his small room.

There was also an oil lamp lit in the small room, and there was only a small bed and an elm bookshelf in the small room, and the small bookshelves were lined up with many books.

Luan Tian picked up the book "Shaking Mountain Boxing" and read it carefully, and kept gesturing with his other hand.

The name of this boxing technique is Sha Shan, and Luan Tian has already read it several times and is familiar with it. According to the text on the last page, the mountain-shaking fist is the refining part of a secret technique, and after cultivating to the extreme, the momentum of the fist is like a rainbow, and there is the power of gravel shaking the mountain.

After several years of hard training, Luan Tian can now bring out the slightest rumor when he punches.

"Maybe it's because I'm too weak."

Luan Tian murmured softly.

Thinking of his nosebleeded physique, Luan Tian's brows flashed with a hint of melancholy, but instead, his gaze became resolute.

"I will definitely practice the mountain-shaking fist to the extreme and make myself a strong martial artist!"

Luan Tian secretly made up his mind.

The rain outside the window was even heavier, and there was no lightning or thunder, only the sound of the rain was intertwined.

The rainwater falls into the small courtyard and slowly collects into small streams, which flow down the mossy walls into the ancient wells.

At this time, if someone stands at the edge of the well and visits the well, they will be surprised to find that there is a faint white light flickering in the well at this time, and a trace of white mist rises from the well.

At the same moment, a light rain was also falling in a mountain villa in an exotic space, and a woman with a somewhat pale face was watching the rain from the window. The rain hit the plantain, and the woman's eyes were sad, and she looked at the rain outside the window fixedly, her eyes were confused, and she murmured softly:

"It's been ten years, my God, I don't know how you're doing now..."

In this world, there are always some things that people can't let go.

Those family affection, those loves, every time they think of it, will make the corners of their mouths unconsciously rise, revealing a happy smile.

Maybe when you close your eyes, there will be a tear of longing slipping down.

Window

The wind has no intention of stopping,

The rain does not stop,

The storm is coming・・・・・・